I thought I was going tojust die when that jerk said those things about me. Beth Ann Williams,the lady from BNN was really nice though. What's your ...ame? You're amember of the TransTeen group? What's it like?" I'm Carol, or at least I am when I can be. I only get to be Caroloutside when I meet with my psychologist and when I come here. I'd betoo scared to go to school like this. You are really brave." Well, I did not have much of a choice. My cousin made sure everyoneknew about me." I. Her name was Sherry and she was both smart and good-looking. I explained what was expected of her at the business dinner and she agreed that it wouldn't be a problem. In fact she was taking up brokerage work in college and maybe I could be of help to her after graduation.We went to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city we were in and were seated with an elderly gentleman and his wife; they were the other side of the deal, and missed nothing. After a little small talk I saw Sherry look up. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her. We opened a door, hoping to find some peace and quiet, but unfortunately the room was taken by a couple already out of their clothes and fucking the hell out of each other; we laughed as we shut the door. I doubt that they even noticed us. We walked down the hall until we found a nice room, we shut the door and we were finally alone. She sat shyly on the bed next to me as we drank our beers, the conversation was slow and awkward, I started to say something about the couple next door but she.